Writing.com/main/interact/cid/1736826Lucy let out a restless sigh as she wiped down table 3 for the fourth time.Drops of rain patters against the larg...e windows on the front of the diner.It is 10 AM, not a customer in sight.Well, except for her friend Cassy sitting in the back table, but she is content to sip away at her coffee silently. At least Lucy is not as bored as Kate, Lucy's friend, and coworker. Kate looks like she could fall out of her chair and die right there purely out of boredom.. I thought for a moment what I was saying to him, but the desire was stronger than reason.We went back to the table, drank another glass, 4 hours passed.I decided to go and choose a bedroom, winking at my man.The villa had a very cool attic room and I went into it. I made the bed and went to bed, with only this handsome man in my head.I wondered if this would be my night or if everything would be just talk and gossip.After about 20 minutes maybe, the door opened and my man came in with the. " Carlita Otiz! This morning when I left the house you were fourteen and I could not think of touching you."She fixed me in her gaze. "David Johnson, you cannot prove that I am Carlita Ortiz-Guerrera, fourteen years old. Here is an official passport and a birth certificate that say I am Carlita Sanchez de Luna and I am eighteen. Nobody. Nobody can say other things. I have papers." Then why are you kissing me?" Because I am your Carlita and you are my Dave. We have been together every day and. "Now I've made you mad," Skip groaned, misunderstanding Jennifer's sudden movement. He twisted toward her on the couch, his eyes blazing with sincerity. "I think you're fantastic. I do. And... and I know you wouldn't let me do it, but I wish I could kiss you and find out what Ramona Sawyer meant for me to do." Oh Skip, you little sweetheart," Jennifer cried. Then, almost before she knew what she was doing, the voluptuous blonde woman had turned sideways to face him on the couch, her arms.